Constellations of Love

Chapters 20. Bodyguards

The commemoration of Kartini's day in the sub-district square was lively. It was near the puskesmas, almost half an hour from the school.

Twelve kindergarten schools followed. Everyone has been together since morning. The show starts at half-eight.

The middle row leads the line. They got number eight. This time two children, Sari and Fadli wear traditional clothing Minang lined up at the front. Carry their school name banners. Bu Nur walked escort at the back of the line.

TK Pearl Kasih's. Behind his sixteen friends wearing clothes of various professions. There are soldiers of various classes, doctors, teachers, police, farmers with small hoes, chefs, nurses, small clowns, athletes with their rackets, musicians with small guitars, to construction workers with distinctive helmets. They all carried the little flags they raised. Singing national songs. The parents watching were busy snapping at the children's moment.

The clothes that are worn are indeed collections in schools. Some parents also rent other uniforms from nearby salons.

Other schools are performing with small drum band groups. Three stylish schools with drum band groups with small formations. Also traditional music.

The distance traveled to surround the field is about one kilometer. Some rounds.

After that they will sit in groups to hear the speech of the Camat sir later. And there are three school performances that get a turn to perform. Motion and song also pencak silat the boys.

"Come, the kids are gathered on the left side of the field!" exclaim Bu Nur.

Everyone followed the teacher's steps.

The barrel immediately took the consumption that the mothers brought from the sidelines. Parents should not approach, so that children learn to dare to appear and be independent.

Laras brought the consumption of duz from the edge of the field that the mothers had brought, "This is the cake and drink, let's all eat."

There's mineral water, vanilla box milk, donut cakes and candy.

All rest, while waiting for other friends who are still circling the field.

"I want our school to have a drum band too" exclaimed Jovan, who was wearing a chef's shirt

"That's expensive" Ningrum said.

"Master teacher we'll buy ya!" Sari won't lose.

"Yes, I want to play a big drum" continued Kemal who borrowed a clown suit from school.

"Yes, yes..later the teacher told the factory yes!" Ms. Nur, comfort them.

Kindergarten A children are very enthusiastic because this is the first experience. For their class brother, this moment became the second.

Speech begins. Mr. Camat thanked for the participation of all schools. He gave a message so that all children remain diligent in learning to achieve goals. He also called for respect for mothers and women.

Show's starting. Sorai's cheer resounded because of the cute behavior of the little boys.

Some children from other schools have to get medical help due to heat exhaustion.

Until almost ten o'clock, one by one of the marchers left the location. The parents brought home all of their daughters.

"But not home yet?"

Suddenly Pandu was next to him.

Pandu observing Laras. The girlfriend wears a long, light blue T-shirt with the school name on her pocket, dark blue pants and white sneakers.

At that time Laras was chatting with teachers from other schools. They know each other because they have met if there is a meeting in the office of the education office.

"Lho, is this here doc?"

"Yes, check the medical team. Coincidentally the puskesmas are close and there are no serious patients."

The farewell of the teacher's entourage.

The two Guides who did not wear white suits walked side by side, towards the parking area.

The man embraces the girlfriend, but Laras brushes off slowly, whispering, "Oh, shame later seen, mas."

"It's okay. It's deserted..You're my boyfriend anyway."

I do not care what they say, I am in love with you. He kept his arms around his girlfriend's shoulders.

"We ate yuk, it's noon."

Barrel glanced at the watch. Um, it's eleven.

"Not going back to school, is it?"

"No."

"We ate at home. Mbok Siti cooks a nice menu."

The distance of the square with the puskesmas was only two hundred meters more.

"Well, what will people say."

"Just stop by to eat. Safe, there's a Siti's mbok at home. I want you to know where I live anyway."

"When yeah."

"Now near. Accompany me to eat, you also occasionally eat at my place."

Barrels choked. Pandu is hard-hearted. The man asked for the keys to the barrel motor. Then he hugged his girlfriend to his workplace.

Arriving at the puskesmas parking lot, the man immediately invited Laras to walk in the alley on the right side of the canteen to the back of the puskesmas.

Some officers saw the boss with a girl. Whispers are not spared.

Arriving right in front of the house, mbok Siti who was sweeping the terrace, welcomed.

"Jiang, doc. It's non Baras's huh?"

Laras nodded with a smile. How to know my name, the girl's inner.

"Where is it, beautiful isn't it?"

"Beautiful dong, sweet doc."

"Come, comein!"

Pandu held the hand of Laras and invited to sit in the living room.

"What do you drink, non? Doc, what are you drinking?"

"Anything is mbok, thank you," said Laras.

"Es syrup of cocopandan, yes mbak."

"Good."

"Well, this barrel is where I live."

Laras smiled, "Good, more beautiful than my house."

Pandu. The house was renovated last year. There is a terrace, a living room with a large tv, three bedrooms as well as a slightly modern kitchen filled dining table.

The master bedroom has a toilet in it. That's Pandu said.

On the back there is a small toilet, also a sterica laundry room and a dry area that is directly related to the yard.

"Where are you ready to be the hostess here?" moda Pandu's.

"What the heck, mas Pandu digress."

Laras laughed, this time pinching Pandu's waist.

Of course the man was happy. He also pretended to grimace.

After the official creation, it seems that Laras is no longer stiff and angry, regarding a similar small touch.

"It's ready doc, please eat. Come on, non."

"Thank you, mbok."

"Mbok ahead first. Going to the pantry puskesmas help clean up."

The beak woman knew herself, giving the doctor a chance to be alone with her boyfriend.

The living room door was left open. Day break time. Some of the employees who live in the mess next door are passing by.

"Let's eat !"

Pandu picked up rice and all the side dishes for his girlfriend. Put it in front of the girl. After that, portions for him.

Laras.

"My plate is full, a little?"

"Let's be healthy, be a coach. "

"Which asked for more content by mama, right mas?"

"Later I will. Anyway I want company when I eat."

They chewed while chatting lightly. Because mbok only cook lunch and afternoon menu, girlfriend Laras was told that almost every day eating bread coated with jam. This layer varies. Chocolate, beans, strawberries, butter and messes. Milk, tea or coffee. Sometimes they just eat fruit.

"From now on, I'll be your bodyguard."

Pandu looks serious.

"Where can I work."

"I try to."

"Don't bucin mas, we're the same as adults."

"Ha,ha,ha."

"Look, we have to agree on rules. Every day there is communication. Go - go far outside the city outside the routine must be the right part. Every night I said good night. When you're done calling or chatting say I love you or I miss you. The relationship with the opposite sex is also considered, there is a distance because it already has a boyfriend."

"Oh, how many rules?"

"I think it's a commitment to be a girlfriend. Anyone can contact us first for communication. How, deal?"

Pandu stared fixedly at Laras.

The girl was just innate, the matter of feeling too regulated. So not spontaneous. Stiff. Seriously. How will it be....ehm husband and wife ? Maybe one full page, and I'll have to sign it on the stamp. There is a premarital or post-marital relationship. Sump..........

Baras over thinking.

"It's for the good and instills trust."

Laras was silent, but the conversation in his mind did not end.

"Ware, is this a sign of possessiveness ?"

"Well, am I going to be her boyfriend too soon?"

"Sir is tightly bound, me?"

"Why keep quiet, keep daydreaming?"

Baras tried to smile, "If many rules do not become rigid. Um, less romantic or spontaneous that."

"We go and prove it later."

Pandu told Laras to spend the portion of food on the girl's plate. He started to get full. Snack on the field was actually still quite durable until he reached home and ate around two as usual.

The man added a side dish to his plate. Still staring at Laras.

"Tumben had quite a thick makeup on his face but remained natural. No menor

Is it because of the march? The barrel is really sweet with such a brick red lipstick, "Pandu said inwardly.

"Yes, try it first..."

"Yes should. Discipline."

Pandu said firmly.

The barrel forces itself to disinfect the contents of the plate. Until his stomach was full.

"It turns out that it is much more free to interact in the status of friends" whispered the girl. Of course only in the heart.

Pandu wants to test the Barrel. Did the girl change or remain herself? There he'll pretend. Maybe also a fight?

Sounds cruel. But that's a principle for Pandu. This relationship he hopes can last up to a serious level. Not kidding.

After eating slowly Laras asked permission to leave. It's been half a day.

"Mas, soon your rest is over, you will have to work again. I'm gonna go say goodbye, yeah."

At that time Laras brought dirty dishes and glasses to the sink. Pandu. The girl was about to start cleaning the equipment.

"It's still half an hour. Here until one o'clock. You don't want to be with me

any longer?"

"That's not it......"

Scout wrapped his hands around his girlfriend's waist. Laras. He still continued to rub the dishes and the glasses. Wash it and drain it on a small shelf next to a water faucet. His heart is pounding.

"I love you," whispered Pandu in Laras' ear.

Pandu turned over the girlfriend's body. Look into his eyes. Holding both shoulders of the bowed Laras.

"I'm always lonely here Laras. In my life."

The voice of the man was touching. An honesty and vulnerability. Baras was silent. Spontaneously he hugged Pandu and wrapped his hands around the man's waist and buried his head in his chest.

Longtime. They enjoyed the moment. The language of love has sprung into the hearts of both men. Pandu happy. Desirants of taste infiltrate the recesses of the soul.

Laras then precedes releasing a hug, "Mas I go home first, yes."

Pandu is still staring at the girl. Verily he wanted to land a kiss on the cheek even the lips of Laras. Um...

Baras smiled waiting for Pandu's reaction. There was only a light peck on the girl's forehead.

"Thanks for lunch. Greetings to mbok Siti."

The guide could only smile back and nod.

Barrel stepped forward, followed by his girlfriend. He picked up the small sling bag that was accompanying him.

"I'll drive you to the parking lot."

The two walked out, until where the Baras motorbike was waiting.

The girl wears a helmet, inserts a ignition key and keeps the engine running ready to slide.

"Be careful on the road, yeah. Straight home!"

"Yes, my mom."